In time's traverse, the past flows
Like the flower from the bud to glow
Like the seed from the tree to sow
Alive in the present it ever grows.
The past grows in exuberance,
Like the cheers of love in the bower
Like the charms of beauty in the flower
In traverse to spread its fragrance.
The past is a store in freshness,
Like the cud, chewed in the teeth-grind,
Like the memoirs to linger in mind
It grows in taste for its sweetness.
The present enlivens the past,
The undercurrent in flow to the future
Green in sheen in its growing stature
The past is eternity not to last.
The future is the past's reflection,
Like the nightingale's song in thrill
Like the skylark's song in joy-fill,
To shine in kaleidoscopic refraction.
The past is not the paradise lost,
The paradise, regained in recollection,
The heaven, rebuilt in reconstruction,
It is the Truth of the living past.
Time past, not past, lives forever
Creeps into time present with concern
Peeps into time future in eternal sojourn
To build a co-relation by its power.
Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXLI (31-May-2024)
https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/544
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